First Lines
Morning Thoughts
Dr. Miller’s use of poetry in this book is interesting. In
January there are five quotes. This rises to six in February, and drops back to
five in March and April. After that the usage drops dramatically with no poetry
at all in the last four months.
| Month |
Count |
Graph |
Jan
Feb
Mar
April
|
5
6
5
5
|
|
May
June
July
Aug |
2
1
0
1 |
|
Sept.
Oct
Nov
Dec |
0
0
0
0 |
|
By appearance in text
- Hold Thou my
hands
- January 5
- William Canton
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- There is so
much bad in the best of us
- January 16
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- Tis man’s
perdition to be safe, When for the truth he ought to die.
- January 25
-
- Though love repine and reason chafe,
There came a voice
without reply,
“‘Tis man‘s perdition to be safe,
When
for the truth he ought to die.”
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- Ralph Waldo Emerson, Quatrains–Sacrifice
-
- The Master
will knock at my door some night
- January 28
-
- Oh, if our
brother’s blood cry out to us
- January 31
-
- God sent His
singers upon earth
- February 5
-
- Drooping, we
journey on alone
- February 9
-
- And so the
Bible anvil of God’s word
- February 10
-
- And should the
twilight darken into night
- February 16
-
- If I should
see
- February 18
-
- Let every
day
- February 29
-
- May every soul
that touches mine
- March 19
-
- What can I do
to-day?
- March 21
-
- Ill fares the
land, to hastening ills a prey
- March 26
-
- Under an eastern
sky
- March 29
-
- He said
‘Forsaken.’ Then doubt is not sin.
- March 30
-
- Abide with me;
fast falls the eventide
- April 4
- “hymn with which we are so familiar”
-
- Saint, did I
say? With your remembered faces
- April 15
-
- Hush, I pray
you!
- April 27
-
- Bubbles we buy
with a whole soul’s tasking
- April 29
-
- Art thou weary,
art thou languid
- April 30
-
- I
came to Jesus, and I drank
- May 1
-
- Oh! Not with this
blood on us — and this face
- May 31
-
- To-morrow and
to-morrow and to-morrow
- June 22
- Shakespear
- Macbeth
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- July: None
-
- Ride on, ride
on in majesty
- August 23
- Henry H. Milman, 1820.
-
- Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna
cry;
O Savior meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scattered garments
strowed.
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- Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ! Thy triumph now begin
Over captive death and conquered sin.
-
- Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
The wingèd squadrons of
the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching
sacrifice.
-
- Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife
is nigh;
The Father, on His sapphire throne,
Expects His own anointed
Son.
-
- Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and
reign.
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- September: None
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- October: None
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- November: None
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- December: None
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